The scribe walked far from the tent before he transformed back to the scribe and carried the tankard of tea, making his way to the Prince. You know that saying that Fortune is a fickle mistress, it was completely true. When good things come one after the other without pause, one should be cautious. Zane gritted his teeth, it was safe to say that the last two days were among the worst days of his life.
*Two Days Ago*
Zane had leaned into the wall and fallen through, appearing in a large room where a young man was being dressed. He was kneeling down in front of a table writing notes when the system beeped/
[Welcome to the Inca Kingdom. Time-limited Mission: Ensure the Second Prince's survival for Seven Days.}
